God believes in you alone;
morning comes, he displays your life in songs.
Most of them about love,
some of them about pain,
come the night and both feel the same thing.
God believes in something that you are,
what it is you need to realize yet.
So when we meet again,
you may know where we stand,
going up and down means the same thing.
And it'll be hard not to remember
the bitter taste of old goodbyes.
As you complain about the weather
because it's been raining forever
and you're afraid to catch a cold.
What I do is mostly straight time,
I've stopped fighting delusions in my heart.
Since you're gone sharp moves are dull
Oh, it gets so numb and so old.
And God doesn't care anymore,
If we are giving up, what's the point.
If you're ever to come back
you might as well come back now
and we'll find a way to make it good somehow.
But it'll be hard not to remember
the bitter taste of old goodbyes
As you complain about the weather
because it's been raining forever
and you're afraid to catch a cold